Veins, 3 Poem by sarah rabago
Veins, 3
i wanna rip it out, this thing i feel, what's it called? pumping in my chest?
through the tubes, i wish they'd protest,
they tangle and twirl, both blue and red,
why can't you see, we're just like them?
i wanna be tied, i wanna be coiled,
just stop my breaths and listen, there's danger coming here,
my heart beats faster and my breaths become short,
i'll soon fade from this earth.. 3
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